Maggie came home with that look on her face.

The one that told me she’d found someone. Over dinner I asked her who it was, and she gushed about the new bag boy at the grocery store. She didn’t know his age, though she guessed he was about 20. With the meal finished, she made her way into the bathroom, and I followed her eagerly. Along the way she fed me a few more details about her quarry. Then she started running a bath. I watched her pull her clothes off slowly. Her eyes never left mine.

“Are you turned on?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Do you want me to get him for you?”

She nodded again. “You check him out. Makes sure he’s okay.”

“I will, but I’m sure he’s fine.” I sat on the toilet lid and said, “Turn off that water.”

She obeyed, keeping her eyes locked on mine.

“Come here. Let’s see how turned on you are.”

She stepped forward, naked and gorgeous. At 47, she turned more heads than women 20 years younger.

I slipped a finger inside her already drenched cunt.

“Nice,” I said, keeping my finger deep inside her and bringing my lips to her hard little clit to give it a suck. “Definitely turned on,” I murmured.

I brushed the tip of my tongue over her button, and she jumped.

“Stay still,” I whispered, blowing a warm breath over her pussy.

She did as she was told, and I sucked, licked and worked her until she was bucking against me. She came, her pussy soaking my fingers. I pulled off my jeans and underwear, sat back and held my hands out. She took them and straddled me, sinking down on my hard cock and starting to ride me.

I held her firm ass tightly in my hands as she rocked urgently against me.

“You want to fuck him?” I asked.

“Yes,” she groaned.

“You want me to watch you fuck him? Watch him fuck you? Watch him fuck you so hard you scream.”

She groaned, unable to respond with words. Her cunt grew impossibly tight, and then she cried out and shivered. I licked her lips, swallowed her cries, drove up from beneath her and shot my load deep in her pussy.

I tugged her ponytail and kissed her roughly. “Take that bath. I’m going to go to the store to check out this bag boy.” I was still buried deep inside her, and I felt her pussy twitch.

“Okay,” she said.

And I did exactly what I promised. I thought he was handsome, willing and perfect, so we set up an appointment for him to come over and screw my spouse.

The night of our date, I wasn’t nervous. I never am. But Maggie was giggly and fidgety. Our guest was due to arrive at any minute, and she was fluttering around the room like a hummingbird.

I snagged her and pulled her in for a hug. “Calm down, it’s going to be great.”

She looked up at me with big blue eyes and blew out a breath she must have been holding. “Yeah?”

“He’s hot; you’re hot. I like watching you get used by other guys. It’s a winning situation all around.”

The doorbell rang, and she went rigid in my arms. I pinched her ass, and she yelped. “It’s good. Breathe.”

I let in her new friend. His name was John, and it had been easy to see why Maggie was interested. He was tall, broad and had an easygoing attitude — not to mention muscles upon muscles and dark hair that was just a bit too long. I shook his hand and pulled him inside.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded to Maggie. “Ma’am.”

She laughed. “Maggie, please. I mean, considering… ”

“Maggie,” he said. He stepped forward and caught the tie to her pullover in his hand. He tugged it, and she took a stumbling step toward him.

I liked that he was already taking control. He was young but self-assured. He knew what he wanted and took it.

She stood on tiptoe, and he kissed her. Then his eyes darted to me. “Can we get right to it?”

I nodded. “If you like.”

He pushed his fingers beneath the hem of her top and started to push it up. “I’d like.”

Maggie let out a sigh as he drew her top over her head. Her short red hair flared around her pretty face, and she chewed her lower lip, which meant she was turned on.

John unhooked her bra and let it drop. “We all hope to be working the right line when women like you come in. You know that, right?”

She shook her head. He ran his finger over her nipple, and it stood up tight and high. He bent and tugged the little nub between his teeth. He didn’t seem bothered one bit that I was there. I sat on the sofa to enjoy the show, with my cock hard and straining in my pants.

“And we especially hope to score you,” John whispered. He pushed her skirt down, and Maggie stepped free of it. My wife stood there in pale pink panties and nothing else.

“That red hair. That heart-shaped ass. Those tits… ” He cupped her boobs and gave them a squeeze, making Maggie whimper.

“His come shot through the air, landing on her chin and chest.”

She stood there like a beautiful deer in headlights. It was arousing to see him put her under his spell. The kid was good.

“You’re our favorite cougar. The one everyone wants to fuck. And here I am. Lucky me.” John slipped his hand inside her panties and then pushed his finger into her cunt. Her head fell back, and she swayed a little.

I had intended for us to retire to the bedroom, but right there in the front room seemed to be where the action was unfolding. I was fine with that.

Her panties were off, and he was walking her back. He pressed her against the wall, drew one of her long, lovely legs up to his side and pressed himself against her.

She started grinding against him, even though he was still clothed. She was hot and desperate, and the sight of her made me feel dizzy with arousal. I wanted to come so bad while I watched, but my climax would have to wait. I made it a rule to save my orgasms for our alone time.

John’s hand went between her thighs. He stroked her, working her clit like an expert. Her hips rocked and swayed, and I knew she was getting close. She was worked up beyond belief and nearly panting from the way he was stroking her.

“Come for me,” he said, “so I can put my big dick inside you.”

She came with her mouth open and her eyes shut. My cock fully stiffened in my pants, and I took a deep breath to steady myself.

John got undressed, and his cock was indeed big. He dragged it between her thighs, teasing her. He once again pulled her lovely thigh to his side using his muscular arm to hold it there. He slid forward and entered her, hissing hotly.

She’s tight and wet and perfect, my wife. Like warm, wet velvet.

He held her leg and fucked her hard, her body rapping against the wall as he repeatedly rammed her.

He pulled free of her suddenly and looked my way. “Let’s give your man a better show. Closer up.”

She took his offered hand, and he led her toward me. To the left of the sofa there’s a waist-high bookshelf. He planted her hands on the top of it and positioned her legs wide, putting her at the perfect angle, so I’d be able to clearly see when he jammed his impressive cock back inside her rosy cunt.

His hands looked so big on her tiny waist, his thick fingers dancing over her pink asshole as he plied her crack. She pushed back toward him, eager for more cock. I couldn’t see her face, but I could hear her breath. I could see her body language. She wanted him — badly.

He slid his cock into her with exaggerated care, while his thumb also pushed into her ass. Then he fucked her in both holes in tandem, withdrawing and then plunging back into her simultaneously as she cried out softly.

His eyes never left the place where his body entered hers. I rested my hand on my cock and let the heaviness ease some of the ache.

Maggie kept forcing herself back against him. She was bucking frantically, the way she does when she’s oh-so-close to coming. He reached beneath her, and I saw the muscles in his arm flex as he stroked her clit, all the while continuing to thrust his dick into her at a fast and furious pace.

“I’m coming,” she soon cried out, her voice bouncing off the walls. “I’m coming. Oh, God, I’m coming.”

His hand flew up, and he grabbed her hair, holding it like a rein. He tugged as he fucked her even harder. I had a clear view of her lovely, quaking profile.

He kissed her neck, and then bit her in the same spot. The way she shivered and moaned made it appear she’d come again, and the thought made me smile.

She sank to her knees after he murmured something to her, and he rubbed his cock all over her full lips. Her tongue darted out, sampling her cunt juice on his rod. He slipped the tip of his erection into her mouth, then pulled away. He was teasing her, watching her lick her lips in anticipation.

John grabbed a handful of hair and looked down at her. “You want this?”

She nodded.

“You want my cock in your pretty little mouth?” he asked, his voice ragged.

Another nod.

“Then say it.”

“I want your cock in my mouth.” He pushed forward suddenly and then withdrew.

“Again,” he demanded.

“I want you in my mouth. Put it in my mouth.”

He did it again, and then withdrew again before pointing to me and saying: “Tell your husband.”

She looked at me shamelessly. “I want his cock in my mouth.”

“I know, baby. I know,” I assured her.

John thrust into her mouth again, and his hand cupped the back of her head as he fucked her face harder. She muttered around his dick, her hand wandering to the soft, wet place between her legs. Then she was stroking herself.

“You like that, don’t you? Sucking dick?”

She nodded, her hand moving faster.

“It gets you off. Makes you need to come?”

Another nod. Then her fingers were no longer making circles on her clit. They were thrusting deep into her pussy as she ground her clit against the heel of her hand.

“I’m going to come for you, Maggie. Is that what you want?”

She pulled away from him to whimper, “Yes, I do.”

Then he held her head and fucked her face like a madman.

My cock strained against my zipper. I held my breath watching him use her, watching him have his way with what was mine — knowing how much that excited her.

John moaned, suddenly pulling free. His come shot through the air, landing on her chin and chest.

She’d made a good choice in John. I only hoped he was willing to come again, so to speak.